about to drop a large apple on the head of a small woman! …. whilst rocking: sainsburys bag sur tete, barbour jacket, pink swim shorts, green wellies combo… a damp, but eventually sunny apple day!
just like wot Rembrandt would have done… always loved this pic… in kenwood
abi: It was a great look! And all came good in the end, the sun can’t actually resist Apple day!
ha, what with soup, pie, juice and cider reckon i personally guzzled an entire orchards, nay an avalons worth o’apples, good to briefly see you guys x
jess: ❤️❤️❤️😂😂😂 I LOVE YOU xxx
rosie: You look absolutely glorious! I Love your style: )
ah yes dapper dressing midst the damp! hope all be lovely down devon way xx
the mighty 2nd Esher! cubs football, the year we swept all before us, but still somehow contrived to lose the final on penalties. heartbreaking we beat ajax something like 13 – 3, they were sea cubs, which helped, and even a lumpen defender like me managed to score a hat trick… tho that might be a cheerfully skewed recollection! i can still name all but 2 of the team… must be 76? 77? britain, a nation in the grip of exuberant punk frenzy, but bruv and i would spend saturday mornings watching hammy the hamster and kicking a ball about the rec ok… no danger of profoundity here… prevaricating, its soggy out there and i’m off to help at apple day… could be a galloshers squelch happy equinox one and all xx
ali: A nice time in life
booting a ball in break time at primary school was great fun too! x
Rich P: So much hair. And what a strip.
ah so many impressive barnet bonces! at least you’ve retained a few follicles on yours… even at the time i felt the kit was a peculiar melange of colours and design… and i didn’t even become a graphic (or fashion!) designer xx
mongst mushrooms and flaming crosses… a somewhat autumnal tinged day of sussex roaming once i’d moved beyond my selfie obsesh enjoyed just peacefully hanging out in the silver birch glade with those fairy toadstools… praise for maries far vaster fungii knowledge… mayfield bonfire was chips beer hoopla, natter and groovy fireworks… glad i didn’t brave the fairground whirlygig ride tho!
charlotte: Omg ….very hallucinogenic all this !! xx
Indeed very Alice through the looking glass caterpillar-esque! xx
karma karma karma chameleon! …. our model wears… what? a pink star shell hawaiian shirt, rummaged from a flea market somewhere in greenwich village a purple batwing concoction that flaps carried all the way home from kathmandu the hat tho must be my brothers? not the sort of tifter that would ever have graced my bonce christmas 89? oaklawn, art nouveau chaise longue, arabic brass lamp stuck over with marbles peak gadabout for me… just back from portugal? and 2 months in a hostel in Barcelonas Plaza Real the berlin wall is toppling… i’ll be in prague, via sheff, within the year the past… when it’s this lurid foolish youthful can be flambuoyant beguiling right chauffeurs garb on, rush hour trundle off to cart sis to heathrow… yes m’lady! *tifter… tit for tat hat
may: wheres the orange cape???
Ha! Exeter uni orange curtain capers, smooching wiv jk! Xx
ant: from Rentaghost???
Claypole? I was always rather good at teleporting by holding me nose x
Rich P: I think you still owe me for the purple batwing concoction.
It was a thing of beauty! Much missed! Did ya really lug it all the way home on the trans sib? Xx
Rich P: Kept me warm during those chilly Siberian nights… x
dank… someone has absconded with summer… and despite it being but august we have segued into the season of sogginess, these days of puddle love the cycle path thronged with snails, i weave in and out of the occasionally unlucky molluscs… them bushes burdened with somewhat moist blackberries tho my lurid-escent tangerine jacket looks waterproof, it has impressive sponge like properties, and the bike helmet somewhat mushroom toad super mario of course i’ve been away doing thousands of wonderful things, but nary a picture or a tale! has to wait till i’m home and beginning to succumb to the dullness to post dank was my word from the festie, a deeply wonderful heart warming experience, indeed, but pushing the car out of the mud on sunday night was very mid 80’s glasto! gravity is a myth, the earth sucks anyway struggles and difficulties around for many folk i know at the mo… is it ever thus?… hard to feel the love sometimes… courage and fortitude, love is always there witter done! look pictures!
julia: Best… photo…ever!!
thanks! i thought it was a good un too… seaford, rain and me are deeply photogenic… you home from meanderings yet? xx
Lou: I love your posts Rich 💜
thanks love, been meaning to message ya, side tracked by the bicyclette-ing and general hurly burly, later xxxxxx
oh and somehow this one cropped up on newsfeed… ha, me posing like a good un..
Lou: lol the only evidence we were there, I enjoyed out chai/golden milk catch up – more of this!
Kathy: Love the puddle pic! Yes, autumn too soon x
kathy! gotta love a good puddle stomp.. always astonished your on here… high time we rendezvoused! xxx
ffs! ‘it looks like your eyes are closed’ even the government passport website thinks its ok to have a pop… not my fault mum is genghis khan i do a fair amount of gazing into other folks eyes at festivals and am frequently told that i have amazing soulful eyes… small but most certainly soulful thinking it may well take a while to get an acceptable snap
Kate M: You have beautiful eyes!!!!!!
Rachel F: Belt buckle holes as my Dad would say ☺
slightly kinder than the traditional ‘piss holes in snow’ anyway! x
Rachel F: I deleted that first hahaha x
Kathy: Of all the reasons they could summon to reject you, they choose the one for which you are blameless! ha ha!
brut twitch, then heft of rod, plucked forth from the sea… quick silver, lightning quiver… abrupt.. beauty sundered from it’s element holy mackerel batface! such wonderful creatures, luminous blue and brown tiger stripes set gainst a backdrop of silver glisten… sleek speed epitomy, nowt but taut wriggle muscle, destination forward, yet also somebody’s supper yep, herds of fisher folk out this eve.. i was away for the usual amble paced sunset pedal and swim yet once chest deep in the water, you could see the line of darknes approaching, the outlier, a flick, then scamper sparkle of white bait, next, momentarily, the sea heaves and boils… mackerel banqueting on minnows… before furtive, then gone… euphoria of the wild wild fairy chase not a pescatarian myself, as a teenager, it was actually the relief of being on a fishing boat and not catching a mackerel that first prompted me in the direction of vegetarianism, too squeamish for the blood and brain splatter cudgel… that at least remains the same… not from any moral superiority, just not for me blessings on these truly beautiful and potent creatures
ladies and Gentlemen i give you: MARROW AND FELLAINI! the lanky moroccan, good with his head, likes to make the onion bag bulge sigh, i can now safely retire from the world of football based home grown comedy vegetable puns these flourished in the garden, first of the courgettes… but turn yer back for a minute and they swell into marrows as for the yellow ones? gawd knows what they are, i have many of diverse sizes i saved the seeds from last years very green conventional courgette/marrows and these sprung up… deffo squashes of some sort? presumably edible he shall be cooked into a suitable tagine, with lots of spices and chick peas! tho do appreciate the venn diagram overlap of my friends who like football, growing veg and genius puns is probs pretty small don’t worry hippies, more spiritual gubbins to follow soon! time to finally wash off the glitter and on with work x
and his most famous photo for comparisson
ant: I guess this proves that you courgette what you pay for.
festie face! like some sepia wee and tea stained old master portrait, and an impressive chameleon blending with the wall a couple of consecutive long long 5am nights dancing like a nutter at bimble down the road managed to neglect to take a single snap whilst there, yet great thanks to all the bonkers folk and co-boogiers you guys were beautiful!! even if i can barely summon any names? a suprisingly healthy buddhafield contingent!… glitter, glory and sweat galore sadly didn’t make it back this arvo, storms and perpetual snoozing did manage one good dawn time deed picking a gaggle of trashed 18 year old gatecrashers up off the entrance road and taking them home to piddinghoe, beneath the grogginess, they were lovely… ooh we’ve most certainly all been there
… and mostly unrelated, always loved this botticelli, glimpsed whilst posting
